“My friend, there’s something wrong with what you’re saying.”

Everyone has their strengths and weaknesses.

"Act within your capabilities!"

Even the martial monks were shouting at Meng Ran.

"It's alright, benefactor. Just find the right spot and come at me. If it hurts, it's because my skills aren't up to par."

He had just experienced Meng Ran's stick; it was soft and weak, with no lethality whatsoever.

All of this made the martial monk feel that Meng Ran's muscular physique was all for naught, as he couldn't exert any strength at all. Fortunately, he still arrogantly started shouting.

Meng Ran squinted at the two people in front of him.

Looking at Meng Ran's "kind" expression, Lin Yifeng suddenly realized something was wrong.

On the stage, Meng Ran picked up a stick and focused his energy.

The host standing next to him immediately realized that something was wrong.

A stick fell steadily without any warning, striking the martial monk who practiced hard qigong.

The once confident monk suddenly turned red in the face, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

Everyone could clearly see the monk's body twitch.

Everyone was a bit bewildered by this unexpected situation.

The host was stunned when he saw this.

The stick hadn't broken at all, and there wasn't even a gust of wind from it, yet the person standing next to him felt its immense power.

After a short while, the monks began to try to call it a day.

Unfortunately, he didn't even finish half a set of punches before he stumbled and fell to the ground.

Several monks nearby rushed over to help him up.

The monk who was just shouting was still being stubborn.

"It's alright!"

"My back cramped up when I finished the exercise!"

"hiss--"

Meng Ran looked relaxed as he prepared to put down the stick and leave.

He clearly used some skill in that strike; it was meant to put pressure on his opponent and make them think twice before acting.

Unexpectedly, the other party was still being stubborn, and Meng Ran was too lazy to pay attention to them.

The matter should have ended here.

But the onlookers below couldn't resist the urge to watch the spectacle.

Everyone could see that Meng Ran's blow just now was not simple.

"One of them has already fallen! Shouldn't we replace them with someone else?"

"Yes! Yes!"

"Change it! Change it!"

Seeing this, the host was also a little at a loss.

However, rather than Meng Ran being able to hurt the monk just now, he believed more that the monk hadn't used his full strength in his attack.

In order to end the situation, he shouted to the crowd.

"no problem!"

"Maybe we fellow apprentices were just too tired."

"Come on! Let's do it again!"

As he spoke, he waved to the crowd, and one of the monks who had not yet been beaten came to Meng Ran's side.

Meng Ran was ready to give up.

Unfortunately, the monk didn't seem to have seen his fellow disciples who had just gone down, and was still shouting.

“Benefactor, my junior brother just had a minor old injury.”

"You can come up with anything this time."

"Come!"

The monks assumed a horse stance and immediately began shouting.

Many people around him turned their attention to Meng Ran, hoping that he could cause the Shaolin monks to make a fool of themselves.

Meanwhile, the host next to them was also shouting encouragement.

"Anything you like!"

"This time there will definitely be no problem."

"Our 'Golden Bell Shield' technique is so advanced that even soldiers come to us to learn it."

"Hit me as much as you want! We'll take responsibility if there are any problems."

Meng Ran wasn't initially interested, but after hearing what the other person said and seeing how confident everyone in the group was, his fighting spirit kicked in.

"Oh? That's amazing?"

"I'll give it a try."

He looked at the monk in front of him, mustered all his strength, and swung his staff down.

After that blow, the monk's body stiffened.

His expression went from normal to red, with large beads of sweat gushing out, until he finally turned bluish-purple.

Compared to when others tried, the monks did it with ease.

The moment one foot finishes drawing, the other can immediately stop.

However, once Meng Ran made his move, the two monks held their ground for a full minute, showing no intention of withdrawing from their horse stance.

The host also realized something was wrong and was about to go over to check when he saw the monk stagger and lose his balance.

The surrounding monks rushed forward to help their senior brother.

The bald monk gritted his teeth and stared intently at Meng Ran, his eyes filled with disbelief, but he still refused to admit defeat.

"It's alright!"

"It doesn't hurt!"

"Ouch—it doesn't hurt!"

Upon witnessing this scene, many people below covered their mouths.

This made the situation quite interesting.

Everyone at Shaolin Temple was wondering what kind of technique Meng Ran had used.

The audience below the stage, on the other hand, were just watching the drama unfold, curious whether the Shaolin Temple representatives had been proven wrong.

Meng Ran, however, acted as if nothing had happened, arms crossed, a hint of smugness in his eyes.

"Want to come again?"

"Come!"

The monk, enduring the pain, stood to the side, glaring fiercely at Meng Ran.

"Come on! Again!"

Seeing that the other party was still not intimidated, Meng Ran frowned.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the stage...

Bai Yejin looked at the scenes in the distance and asked Lin Yifeng in a low voice.

"Brother, what did Brother Meng do?"

"Why is it that others can be hit by a stick without any damage, but he can be hit by a stick..."

Bai Yejin watched as the monk, panting heavily, persisted, and her doubts deepened.

Not to mention Bai Yejin, people like Zhou Xuelan, Guo Fengsheng, and Xu Qingyi also surrounded Lin Yifeng, subconsciously wanting to get answers from him.

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